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    C, or: Universal Limitations of Information Propagation and Their Effects on the Stranded Crew of a Crashed Interstellar Planetary Colonisation Expedition

    Alter Locus, track 6

    The first track that I wrote for Alter Locus. The rest of the album is kind of an excuse to release this one track.

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    c
    see what you have done to us
    we are so far away from home
    we want to tell them what we've done

    and c
    see what you have done to us
    we are a people far from people
    and our people want to run

    c
    see what you have done to us
    you are infusing us with fear
    while we explore this new frontier

    and c
    see what you have done to us
    you've taken everyone and everything
    and made them disappear

    back home, of course
    all they know is that fifty years ago
    we were still fifty years away
    and still inbound

    another fifty years
    when you elect to let them know
    and they begin to plan a rescue
    we'll be long since in the ground

    the same, applied inverted
    we have families on earth
    that we are fifty years away from
    they have death where we see birth

    and for those of them that loved the ones
    who perished in the fall
    it was already far too late
    for death had long since claimed them all

    you're fast
    but you're not fast enough
    to get us out this mess

    yes you are fast
    but just not fast enough
    to send our SOS

    and in the meantime
    we will do our best
    surviving in this land
    and we will ask, in vain, of terra
    send us help
    this was not planned

    effectively impossible
    to live to hear replies
    we would be isolated anyway
    a century denies

    for as we wait for the response
    that will eventually arrive
    we are still fighting for survival
    we still fight to stay alive

    back home we took for granted
    the irrelevance of petty things like c
    but now it matters
    it's amazing how important it can be

    you are the straw
    you are the final complication
    and the worst
    you are nine
    and we are cursed

    (we're stuck here so)
    we want to tell our homeworld
    of our peril and our plight
    but we have to sit and wait here
    while you tiptoe through the night
    there's creatures here that want to tear us
    limb from twitching limb
    and we are frightened both of them
    and of the anarchy within
    they told us that the first arrivals
    always have it tough
    so while we knew it would be taxing
    what is left is not enough
    toats a colons joint

    cc-by by colons